Forced to Marry Young Master

33. Sudden Visits (Part 2)

Daniah was still standing where he stood, trying to digest what was happening. But no matter how much he tried to think, he still did not get any reason, why the man came to his place of work. Proclaimed him as husband. Except, yeah unless one thing happens to Daniah. Increase the torture level.

“Young Miss.”

Since when has this man been standing in front of me.

Secretary Han stood in front of him with his face still smiling, further making an annoyance rise to the top. Daniah reflexively hits the man's arm in front of her. Han was shocked when Daniah's hand hit him a second time. This was the first time, there was a brash one landing a hand on his body.

“Nona.” Han's voice was flat heard.

“Why bring it here?” screaming but in a soft voice. Afraid that the second floor heard.

“Young gentlemen who want to come here.”

I also don't know why the young master would want to come here.

“Why?” Daniah glares.

“I don't know Miss.”

Plaque! Daniah's hand hit Han's arm again. Han was really surprised.

“There's no way you don't know.” The girl squeezed out the arm she was holding.

Unfinished business with Han, suddenly a voice that breaks Han's gaze on Daniah.

“You want to die, make me wait!” From the second floor there was a scream. Daniah was aghast, she let go of the grip on Han's arm and ran up the stairs. While Han touched the arm that was in Daniah's grip.

You are strong too, Miss.

A faint smile from her lips, then she stepped up and sat down on a plastic chair near the stairs.

Daniah stopped right at the door. Saw Saga sitting leaning on the sofa she usually sleeps on.

“Sit!” Saga patted the empty space beside her as she saw Daniah appear. Carefully Daniah stepped up, then sat down at the designated spot of Saga.

Daniah's hands were shaking. Especially when Saga again touched his hair. Her hair is now tied high.

Waitaminute! Hair, No. My Appearance. How's this.

“It turns out like this your real appearance.” Daniah's body froze. As Saga's hands went down her cheeks and neck she could only bite her lips. “Is this shirt in your wardrobe?”

“No Sir, these are my clothes I brought from home.” How is this, the dress code is clearly in the many-sheet draft that Secretary Han wrote. Daniah tried to cultivate her thoughts, finding the most reasonable reason she could give.

“It is up to you to wear what clothes outside the house I do not care.”

You liar, you said you didn't care, why did you come here. Torturing me. It's not enough at home, outside the house to torture me like this.

“You're not happy I'm here.” Saga grinned.

“How could I not be pleased Sir, you come to such an ugly place like this is an honor for me.” Daniah clapped her hands in front of her face, smiling cheerfully.

“If you know thank you.”

Oh my God, there are shameless creatures like this.

“Thanks Master for your visit.”

Now go, get out of here. Later how I explain to others try. And what was that, husband, why did you say you were my husband.

“Ah he drinks. Momentary Sir, I'm down for a minute.” Daniah got up, half ran down the stairs. He glanced sharply at Secretary Han who was sitting while busy with his phone. The man nodded and smiled. Daniah melengos sour.

Daniah took the package of food he had bought. Then go up to the second floor. Passing Secretary Han without looking over. He pulled the small table and opened the plastic package of food he was carrying.

“What is it?” Saga.

“Cilok and siomay, do you want to try?” Daniah opened a cup of drinks, he had bought a dugan of orange and soursop juice. “Which one do you want?” point at him while raising the glass in both his hands.

“What else is it?”

“This dugan who was given a squeeze orange, and this is soursop juice.” Daniah offers two glasses for one to choose.

“Give me everything.”

Whaaat! Why is there such a shameless person.

Saga sucked the soursop juice first, then fell silent and tried to taste it. Then he took the other glass from Daniah's hand. Suck it up again the same way.  Then after weighing for a while it seemed like he chose a glass of dugan and a squeeze orange.

“Minum.” Saga thrust a glass of soursop juice in front of Daniah's face.

Whaaat! That's your lip Sir. It's not like an indirect kiss.

“It's okay Sir, if you want to drink everything.”

“Take! I'm giving you instead of thanking you, are you now denying me.”

“No Mr.”

Grap, Daniah holds Saga's hand. Then take the soursop juice in his hand,

“Thanks for the drink, I will enjoy it with joy.”

Bring me my drink! Why should I thank you. I drank your lip again.

“Drink!"

“Good Mr.”

And I sucked the lips off this crazy guy.

“What you want to taste this.” Daniah took one peek with a bamboo prick.

“You're not planning to poison me with that weird food, are you?”

Daniah chuckles. While Saga was aghast at the laughter on Daniah's lips, for the first time Saga saw the girl in front of him smiling without making up.

“See, good you know. You don't want?”

“Pend on your own.”

“Aaa, fine.” Daniah put the pea-flavored pea back in her mouth.

That afternoon they spoke like fellow men. Saga asks about what Daniah does all day at this shophouse. Daniah answered enthusiastically, like a chat with a friend. They drink in their own glasses.

SERIATED................